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[Emma Lark Rosenburg]

street wars, straight men

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<sub>All Emma had heard about for the past few days was the citywide welcome back dinner. Hoo-fucking-rah.

As a freshly selected Luxford cheerleader, it was important that she make an appearance. She’d even worn her navy Luxford blazer, something reserved for formal events, and what she’d assumed they’d be expected to wear tonight. As a transfer student, she didn’t have much of an idea.

Of course, wanting to make an appearance didn’t mean it would have to be a showy one, or even a nice one at that. That was why she found herself crouched behind the banquet hall, pulling a beaten Altoids tin out of her teal bag. She pried the lid open, muffling the metallic sound with her grey knit scarf and helped herself to one of many pristine joints lying inside. She brought the neat little treasure to her lips, lighting it with a plastic lighter and hoping no one would see her. Even if they did, she was a known smoker and would probably attract little attention.</sub>

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cowboys, indians

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[Jaqueline Mars]

( white lies, blood shot eyes

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"CANCER KILLS EMMA, CANCER KILLS," Jack, standing beside the younger Luxford student looked at Emma is disapproval, seeing the joint she was lighting up in her hand. Jack was never a smoker - it wasn't that she in't enjoy the high per say, it was more that it affected her athletic and musical talents. The last thing she needed was to get her lungs filled with cancer, then all her dreams would be shot to shit. But still, she looked at Emma with a small smirk on her face, her arms crossed over her chest as she shifted her weight from one leg to another. Jack did indulge every once in a while, and it ha been a while since she decided to smoke some weed. Her system was clean and she ran every day - no harm and smoking a little tonight, right? Crouching down beside her Jack grinned devilishly. "Give me a hit of that thing, at lest we can get cancer together," she said with a nod, using her hans to help shield the joint an flame from on coming wind. "Besides, weed is a social drug. You are far too pretty to be enjoying it alone," she nodded.

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- - status; c;
- - attire; hair & outfit c:
- - lyrics ; anthem part one - blink 182

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